Of course ora.” Tony chuckled. “Smart ass.” He hit the button and a succession of loud beeps resounded and the words:GAME OVER, appeared in bold red letters on the screen. “Game over,” Nico stated emphatically. He disassembled the equipment. The items went back in his tote bag and he was on his feet, puffing his cigar, talking in between pulls about having to wear a damn suit because his wife liked when he was polished. Tony laughed. “How does she put up with your irritable ass?” “I don’t know; ask her tonight because I’m still mystified.” Chapter Eight Giuseppe winked at Carlo. “Ready?” “Ready!” “Bene. We must be well-behaved today, sí?” Carlo picked his nose, nodding. “Sí.” Giuseppe frowned. He removed an antiseptic wipe from the container and hurriedly cleaned the boy’s finger.
